I wander about physical beauty,
what is attraction,
for when I notice a nude,
when suddenly fabric caresses a nipple,
I am wanton,
I observe with precision,
the bend, an accentuated posture
delicious her derriere.
I wander about a virtual mystique
curious to know
that which may be fantasy,
sleek lines draw eyes
how might my reality
acknowledge the lovely tease
of naked shoulders, slender thighs
pique my imagination
draw the afternoon’s taste
of freedom, of passion, of quiet release
Would I while drawing lips, inner thigh
become less resistant when pleasure
speaks in gasps along sinewy lines of passion.
Well versed she is in seduction,
only by need, rather than demand.
while searching for that manner
moves her lips upon mine,
I will grasp what feels right,
an internal fire where time may wander.